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wooed before by such a man.
Tess knew that she must break down. Neither a religious
sense of a certain moral validity in the previous union nor
a conscientious wish for candour could hold out against it
much longer. She loved him so passionately, and he was so
godlike in her eyes; and being, though untrained, instinc-
tively refined, her nature cried for his tutelary guidance. And
thus, though Tess kept repeating to herself, ‘I can never be
his wife,’ the words were vain. A proof of her weakness lay
in the very utterance of what calm strength would not have
taken the trouble to formulate. Every sound of his voice be-
ginning on the old subject stirred her with a terrifying bliss,
and she coveted the recantation she feared.
His manner was—what man’s is not?—so much that of
one who would love and cherish and defend her under any
conditions, changes, charges, or revelations, that her gloom
lessened as she basked in it. The season meanwhile was
drawing onward to the equinox, and though it was still fine,
the days were much shorter. The dairy had again worked by
morning candlelight for a long time; and a fresh renewal of
Clare’s pleading occurred one morning between three and
four.
She had run up in her bedgown to his door to call him as
usual; then had gone back to dress and call the others; and
in ten minutes was walking to the head of the stairs with the
candle in her hand. At the same moment he came down his
steps from above in his shirt-sleeves and put his arm across
the stairway.
‘Now, Miss Flirt, before you go down,’ he said peremp-